Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Rob threw down the pen, having put in the last figures. Leaning back in his chair, he yawned mightily, flexing his arms over his head. He needed a workout, he mused as he stretched his muscles. For an accountant he was in remarkably good shape.

Although 50, his stomach was flat, his arms well muscled and his hair was as thick and unruly as when he was 20. He refused to submit to the stereotypical accountant persona – and as a result, spent several sweaty, hard evenings a week in the gym.

The banker's light on his desk cast a warm glow on the paperwork he had just finished. Dusk was creeping in on cat's feet, casting shadows outside the window, while tendrils of waning sunlight sent fingers of illumination, motes of dust dancing in the air, picking out the oxblood red of the couch which stood in front of the dormant fireplace. Bookcases lined every available space, floor to ceiling; oak shelves dusty and warm, groaning with the weight of words and scholarship. The floor to ceiling glass doors to the private patio were obscured by heavy curtains, which he had pulled against the glare of afternoon sun.

He yawned again, closing his eyes, relieving the strain of making out tiny columns of numbers and dates.

Padding to the doors on bare feet, flagstones cool against his feet he pulled the curtain slightly and looked out, breathing in the soft summer air, which wafted through the screen.

The patio was his private oasis, his way of de-stressing after busy, demanding days. Reached by several tumbled stone steps down from the main garden, fieldstone walls enclosed on three sides a sweet escape. Morning glories grew in riotous abandon along the nooks and crannies, their tenacious tendrils able to grasp and survive anywhere. Heart shaped leaves and the sweet bloom of the trumpet flours, blue and pink and fuscia softened the tumbled stone while hollyhocks, sunflowers and Echinacea filled out overblown but lovely flower beds. Red terra cotta bricks provided a resting place for a comfortably distressed cast iron bench.

He was alone in the house, his wife away, and his daughter out on a date and the remoteness of his secret haven meant that even nosy neighbours had no egress to its quiet serenity. He was therefore shocked when suddenly he heard a feminine voice, almost right outside the screen. Pausing, he listened intently, wondering whom it was.

As he went to pull open the door, Rob heard a male voice. Rob peeked around, curious to see who had invaded his private space.

The first thing he saw was the long slender legs of a woman, her narrow hips snugly encased in a very short tartan kilt. A skimpy tank top barely enclosed her very generous breasts. What made him gasp were the hands, which were squeezing and fondling heavy breasts.

"Christ." he muttered, mortified and embarrassed. Pulling back carefully, he made sure he was hidden behind the curtain.

It was unlikely anyone could see in. The waning sun reflected off the glass doors which were further obscured by the heavy curtains.

Despite himself, Rob peeked around yet again, curious to see who was being so delightfully bold. That’s when he saw the heavy fall of hair and recognized his next-door neighbour, Aisling with some guy's hands all over those delectable breasts! He admitted to himself as he reluctantly felt a prickling of envy, that he had had some very unneighbourly thoughts about those pretty breasts before. He had chastised himself each time he caught himself eyeing those heavy orbs, but at the same time realized he was only human and Aisling had a definite penchant for displaying those breasts as much as possible.

Rob's mouth felt extremely dry as peeking around, he saw the man's hands had now pushed the tank up and the pale skinned heavy breasts were now free of any restraint. Rob felt his jaw fall open. He had imagined (he admitted to himself rather ashamedly) what those breasts would look like naked but the reality was overwhelming.

Large and full, they hung heavy, jutting from her chest, firm and buoyant. Her nipples were a dark brown, with large areoles. The tips were swollen and hard, extended like little thumbs from a breathtaking tilted expanse of pale flesh.

He watched, fascinated as the boy leaned down and began to lap at the sweet morsel of flesh he cupped in his hand.

At that point, Rob had to stifle an unashamed giggle as he recognized the pool boy who serviced both his own pool and those of many of his neighbours; apparently the “servicing” went a mite further than just cleaning the water!. He felt a delightful, uncharacteristic silliness at the whole clichéd nature of the cougar and the pool boy,(although calling Aisling (who was a delectable 32 or so), a “cougar” was taking artistic license.

Aisling groaned, her slender hand coming up to cup the head now suckling eagerly at the breast. Rob watched as she cupped her own breast, pushing the nipple further into the eager mouth. He heard the boy's harsh breathing through the screen, the suckling sound of his wet hot mouth on the heavy breast.

Unaware, Rob's own breathing was coming faster. He watched, enraptured as his neighbour , giggling pulled her breast from the boy's mouth. Dropping to her knees, he saw her fumble at the boy's pants.

The sound of a zipper was crystal clear in the quiet of the evening. Rob watched as the boy's painfully stiff cock suddenly sprung out. From his vantage point he could see that it was impressively thick, the head spongy and a deep rose, drooling clear viscous fluid from its tip.

Aisling leaned over and opening her sweet mouth sank down onto the cock. Rob gasped, then caught himself. He was helpless. Unable to stop himself, his hand crept down and he cupped his own, now heavy aching erection. Carefully, quietly, he unzipped and let his drooling prick free. After all, he thought, they WERE invading HIS place of refuge …

Slowly, gently, so as not to make any sudden movements that might attract attention, he began to rub his prick up and down its thick, moist shaft, his eyes glued to the unbelievably erotic sight of his next-door neighbour sucking cock.

He watched as her head bobbed up and down, the boy's hands tangled now in her flaming curls, urging that sweet mouth closer and deeper.

A click and a soft light illuminated the darkening garden and Rob suddenly had a far clearer picture of the white shaft, flecked with dark hair appearing and disappearing in the tight bud of her mouth, the sound of her sucking and licking it driving him quite mad.

One of Aisling's hands went to one heavy breast, and Rob stifled a groan as he saw her cup and fondle the orb, then begin to pluck at the delectable stiff nipple. He realized, unbelievably turned on, that he wanted HIS mouth there, suckling the delicious breast.

He could see the firm muscled buttocks of the boy flexing and relaxing as he pushed his cock in and out of Aisling's mouth. While he watched, he heard the boy groan, his hands tightening convulsively on the red curls and suddenly he lurched forward, a keening cry renting the quiet of the garden.

Rob gasped as Aisling gasped, tried to pull back. The boy's hands tightened, his buttocks clenching and he saw her cheeks balloon out.

"Oh Christ, oh Christ." he said under his breath, his hand working frantically at his cock.

He felt like he was going to explode as he realized that the boy was pumping jets of hot cum right down that pale, working throat, and felt his mouth dry as he watched the long expanse of throat swallow convulsively. He could see it dribbling out the side, drooling rivulets of frothy cum down the corners of her mouth as she struggled to swallow this unexpected bounty.

It was over before he could take a deep breath. Aisling pulled away, her throat working as she tried to swallow the mouthful of hot cum. The boy, legs trembling, sat heavily down on the bench, gasping.

Rob was almost in shock. He looked down at his damp palm, smeared and wet with the clear fluid which was leaking from the slit at the top of his rock hard prick.

A trilling startled him, and he fumbled at his cock, trying to stuff it back in. Then he realized it was a cell, and listening intently, heard the boy talking to someone. Peeking around, he saw him with the phone to his ear, one hand absently rubbing Aisling's breast. Then, unbelievably (from Rob's perspective) the boy turned to Aisling and very obviously was trying to placate her.

Aisling was furious. He could see by the stiffness in her back which was facing him that she was in one of her fully-fledged redheaded tempers. Living next door was in itself sometimes a soap opera, and Rob and Monique had listened with guilty delight to the massive battles that sometimes occurred next to their yard. Aisling was speaking sharply to the boy. Rob could just catch a few words.

"you ... had ...cum". she said angrily.

"and me?" he heard.

The boy spoke again, whining slightly. Rob had to stifle a laugh– the kid obviously wasn't that familiar with the flame haired woman if he thought a few words would suffice.

As the boy ascended the stairs, she suddenly turned towards the door where Rob stood. Rob suddenly realized that he was standing there with a naked erect prick in his hand, very obviously in a rampant state of sexual excitement and Aisling was starting RIGHT at him!

As her steps came closer, he tried desperately to stuff his drooling cock back into his pants but to no avail. Larger than average, there was no way he could get it back in in the state it was in.

"Rob?!"

Aisling stood gape mouthed. There stood her handsome neighbour, his unruly auburn curls tousled and wild, a very guilty look on that handsome face and clutched in his big hand, a very impressive, very erect prick.

"Where's your car?" she asked inconsequentially, figuring it was safer than commenting on the sight of Rob with a stiff cock in his hand.

"In for a tune up." Rob answered, again trying to stuff his stiff prick back in his pants.

Aisling's eyes couldn't help focusing on that big delicious prick clutched in Rob’s hand. God, it was absolutely yummy. Then she was horrified at herself. Suddenly, she realized WHY it was so rampantly erect.

"You were watching?" she asked incredulously.

Rob felt like he wanted the floor to open and swallow him. His prick, as if sensing his misery, began to wilt and he was able to at last stuff it back in his open zipper.

"I'm really sorry, Aisling.... I didn't plan it. I actually went to the door to say hey and...." his voice trailed off.

"and down I came with my tits hanging out." she said glumly.

"Sorta." he offered.

Aisling turned and stalking to the couch, plunked herself on it, breasts quivering. She sat, long slender legs akimbo. Rob walked over the chair which was placed at an angle to the couch, and sat down. Despite his best intentions, his eyes were drawn inexorably to the long, slender legs, the plump, sweet pussy was clearly visible, the long lips swollen, the line of her thong disappearing between ...

"Did you SEE what that bastard DID?" she asked furiously.

"I give him a frigging blow job that was ONLY supposed to be the beginning. He blows his wad then blows me off!"

Aisling was in the full throes of one of her temper tantrums, Rob’s transgressions forgotten for the moment as she seethingly brooded on the unfairness of it all.

"I'm SO horny I could SCREAM!" she said angrily.

Then, in a lightning change of mood, Aisling’s pretty face crumpled and tears began to run down the long elegant nose.

Rob forgot his prick and moved quickly to the couch. Sitting down, he patted her shoulder awkwardly, murmuring words of sympathy. Wailing, Aisling turned her face into him, thrusting the heavy breasts against his arm and leaning heavily against him. Without conscious thought, Rob gathered the small, trim figure into his arms. Nestling that sweet ass down against his lap, cuddling her tight to his chest, he turned her head into his shoulder, her sweet breath at his ear.

Aisling sobbed. Rob desperately tried to concentrate on soothing her , but could not help but be aware of the heavy breast now pressing against his arm and the feel of her sweet heart-shaped ass pushing into his still erect prick.

He was aware too that her breath had the distinct aroma of cum on it and that made him think again of the erotic tableau he had just witnessed. He had seen that boy cum, cum hard and fast and copiously into her sweet mouth. He had watched while she swallowed it all down with evident enjoyment.

He realized that her sobs had quietened and Aisling lay heavy against him. She was, he realized, dreamily rubbing her distended nipple under the thin tank top against his arm. The little vixen suddenly wiggled, rubbing her ass against his groin. He groaned, unable to help himself.

Her voice was low and breathy.

"You like that, Rob? Does it feel good?"

"Oh baby, baby." Rob couldn't answer.

His cock felt like an iron bar, it was so stiff it was actually painful.

"Rob, I've never seen your prick before. It's really big, isn't it? Monique never let on for a second." mused his bold neighbour.

She turned her cum-laden breath against his cheek, then carefully but deliberately she fastened her sweet lips on his. This was not a friendly kiss. Rob hesitated, trying to exert some control. Aisling tightened her arms around his neck, pushing her ass harder onto the stiff cock underneath and her tongue, coated and unbelievably sexy invaded his mouth.

Rob gave up. With a sigh, he gathered her and his mouth tightened on hers. His tongue invaded the warm cavern of her mouth, his tongue flicking out to taste the come laden breath. His hand reached down and fumbling at her top, pulled up the tank until the heavy globular breast was exposed. Cupping and squeezing, he fondled the warm breast.

As his hand weighed that beautiful heavy weight, his fingers rolling that sweet nipple between his fingers, Rob had a moment of lucidity.

"Aisling, we can't do this." he said desperately. His mind tried to form some resistance, sliding around thoughts of his wife, whom he loved desperately.

“I need help." she breathed into his mouth, her hands moving down and caressing his chest, and then, insinuating its way between the buttons of his shirt, seeking out the nubs of his own nipples.

"We're not hurting anyone." she said coaxingly.

Aisling took the strong hand and rubbing her fingers soothingly along its palm, suddenly placed it between her taut thighs. Unbelievably, Rob realized his hand was full of hot, swollen, aroused cunt.

Rob was finished. Wrong or not, he was going to have this woman. His experienced fingers moved carefully between the swollen folds of the slippery cunt until they found her sweet nub, and then, exquisitely gently, he rolled her clit between his fingers.

Aisling gasped, stiffening as his experienced fingers did something rather delicious between her taut thighs.. Parting her legs a little wider she pushed into that delectable hand.

Rob carefully, gently worked the stiff clit. She was unbelievably wet, his hand was already soaked with the sweet, sticky juice which was dribbling out of her sweet hole. His big thumb went down and Aisling gasped again as she felt his thumb suddenly sink to the apex of his hand into her cunt.

Groaning, she released his lips and leaned into the pressure.

Rob pushed her slightly to give him access to her sweet stiff nipple. Lipping it, he lapped at it like a kitten, then sucking it in between experienced lips began to suckle. Aisling squirmed. She had had her tits sucked before but never like this. It was if a cord attached that sucking mouth to her womb. Deep inside, she felt her womb squeeze and contract as the rhythmic sucking on her nipple. Who would have thought this usual stuffed shirt was so talented?

Rob closed his eyes, his mouth full of heavy tit, his hand buried in a delicious, hot cunt. Expertly he rolled that sweet clit, pushing his thumb against the back until he felt the spongy G-spot. Rhythmically, he began pushing against it in sync with his work on her clit.

He felt her breathing quicken until he realized she was panting against him. On his wrist, he felt her thighs tighten and knew she was close. He increased his rhythmic working against her cunt then was suddenly rewarded as her voice rent the quiet of the room in a low scream.

Rob groaned against the warm, rubbery flesh of her breast as he felt her come. Contractions squeezed his hand and his fingers were almost dislodged as her sweet hips jerked and bucked against his clever hand.

Rob kept that beautiful nipple between his teeth, his hand gently working that sweet spasming cunt as the contractions began to lessen. In his arms, Aisling, panting, lay heavily against him, eyes closed, chest heaving.

Aisling was in bliss. She had learned a long time ago to bring herself to a very satisfying climax but despite the fact that she loved fucking and everything else about sex, she had never had a guy bring her off just with his hand before.

When she had walked in , incredibly sexually frustrated and angry, only to see her Rob clutching that huge prick, she was first and foremost incredibly turned on. Between her legs was an incredible aching void and at this point she didn't give a good goddam who filled it. She liked Rob well enough and she, along with many of the neighbourhood women had often speculated on the hard bodied maturity of this unusual accountant.

Actually seeing that big prick had done something to her that she hadn't expected and she knew that her night wouldn't be complete until she actually had that big thing probing between her legs.

Rob switched to the other breast now, rolling and pinching the well suckled nipple of the first one between clever fingers. She could feel the dampness leaking from between her legs, and was sure she was staining the front of his pants.

"I want to, Rob. But you need to take off your pants." she said giggling.

Gathering himself, Rob picked the delicious armful up, one arm under her knees, the other supporting her back. The big heavy breasts jounced as he stood, the nipples erect and wet with his saliva.

Placing her gently on the couch, unable to resist, cupping the heavy breasts and once again suckling gently then pulling back. He looked at her uncertainly, his hand on his zipper.

"Baby, I shouldn't be doing this." he murmured guiltily, trying to think of his lovely Monique who he was now planning to betray.

"Oh NO ROB! Don't you dare!"

Aisling leaned forward and before he could react, had unzipped his pants and was tugging them off his hips.

"Oh YES!" she said reverently as the big stiff cock sprang up in all its glory.

Her eyes narrowed and literally shot sparks as she leaned forward, blowing gently on the erect member.

Rob had a really good cock. A little over average size, thick and sturdy with an uncircumcised swollen head, which at this point, was drooling clear viscous pre-cum in a steady stream.

Aisling devoured the sight of the erect cock with lustful eyes. Then meeting his gaze, she stood. Deliberately, keeping his eyes on her, she first peeled off her tank top, exposing her heavy breasts in all their glory. Then, bending slightly, she unbuckled the clasp at the waist of her kilt and allowed it to fall.Cupping her breasts she pirouetted, only a thin thong marring the perfection of her body.

Voluptuous and curving, Aisling took after her mother's side of the family in terms of her figure. Narrow shoulders, heavy globular breasts, a tiny waist and sweet curving hips. Her pudendum was plump and shaved, the sweet lips barely obscured by a wisp of cloth. Turning deliberately, Aisling showed the enraptured Rob the plump, firm globes of her ass, the string of her thong appearing at the sweet apex of her back.

Rob felt like his prick was going to explode. He didn't think it had ever been this hard. Holding his aching cock in his hand, already sticky and coated with Aisling’s juices, he could feel the sperm humming in his heavy testicles.

Aisling stretched and then seductively, beckoned.

"I'll suck your cock another time." she promised. "You know I can do that well! But right now ..."

Aisling reached up and her lips clung to his, his heavy erection between them like a bar.

"Please fuck me." she asked in a wheedling voice.

Rob had reached the point of no return. Putting his hands the lush hips, he turned her, roughly rubbing his hands against the firm globes of her ass, parting the cheeks crudely.

He put his hand on her lower back and pushed her down to the carpet which was a soft tapestry of gold and red and green, then stood back and drank in the scene. The muted light from the desk spilled golden over the pale soft flesh of the delectable ass. In this position he could see her long, plump slit, her cunt gaping slightly, juicy and swollen. Her heavy breasts hung like ripe fruit, the nipples dark and erect, almost brushing the carpet.

Outside night had fallen and only a hint of illumination came from behind the heavy curtains.

Cocooned, safe, he felt master of his domain.

Not a man to hesitate, he recognized this woman needed a stiff cock up that delectable pussy and he was going to provide it, good or bad.

Kneeling behind her, he grasped his heavy prick carefully. Nestling between the sweet cheeks of her ass, he pushed the head gently into the swollen folds of her cunt.

Aisling groaned as she felt the heavy prick probing and pushing ever so gently into her innermost recesses. Impatient, she wiggled. She didn't want this careful probing, she wanted a big cock hard and stiff, slamming into her!

Almost angrily she sank her ass back against Rob’s groin, impaling herself on that heavenly morsel of flesh and relishing every single inch as it slid up into her.

Rob yelled as he felt her envelope his aching member. Lust clouded his mind and grasping those lush hips, he slammed into her, thrusting as deep as it would go until he felt his rampant prick bump her cervix.

Aisling screamed and slammed her hips against him. Rob began to pump, hard and fast and deep, his prick sliding and thrusting in and out, in and out. Juice poured in a veritable stream from the incredibly tight cunt. It had been so long since he had felt another cunt he thought inconsequently as he relished the sucking sound his cock made as he pulled it from the tight embrace of the clinging hole.

Sweat poured off Rob's face as he fucked Aisling with long, sure, hard strokes, slapping that lush ass so that she started and shoved back at him even harder. He could feel his balls tightening, all that sperm just bubbling and waiting to be expelled.

"Girl – are you on the pill?" he managed to gasp.

"Yes yes! Come in me!" she yelled.

As she said that, Rob suddenly felt that incredible cunt tighten almost painfully around his distended cock. Giving a keening yell, Aisling’s orgasm hit. Contraction after contraction radiated from her womb in concentric circles of ecstasy. She had NEVER felt this, never ... her breath came so hot and hard she thought she might pass out.

His cock felt so fucking good in her tight hole, so good ... she couldn't believe she hadn’t noticed him before... it was almost painful as her cunt tightened and throbbed. But Rob kept pounding, shoving his hard prick into the wet, sucking cunt. Aisling felt something tight and even more exciting happening now, right in her slit – right where she usually peed.

For a moment, Aisling thought, shocked, that she was peeing. Putting her hand up, moaning, she felt something liquid and wet squirting from the front of her slit. The liquid was clear and had no scent, but like ejaculate it was squirting in a rhythmic stream from between her tight, swollen lips.

Aisling took his hand and balancing placed it between her legs as he leaned over her heaving back.

Rob felt the hot stream and went over.

"Oh baby, you're squirting. You're squirting for me!"

Groaning, he slammed his heavy prick as far up that sweet hole as he could, flattening the plump cheeks of her ass, knocking his balls against that sweet streaming slit and yelled as his prick began to jerk and spurt hot streams of cum in her cunt.

Rob groaned. He felt as if his soul was being sucked out with the jerking and spurting of his prick. He wanted to empty every single drop of cum into that sweet spasming pussy.

Slowly, his prick emptied, the last drops of cum trickling out in a delicious stream into the overflowing folds of Aisling's pussy, squeezing out where his big prick plugged her tight, sweet hole and dribbling down the taut thighs.

Aisling collapsed in an exhausted heap onto the carpet. Rob rolled to one side and gathered up the delicious body into his arms, one hand cupping one heavy breast possessively, the other cupping that sweet cunt, pushing that plump ass up against his deflating prick, which soft now, slipped, spent and coated out of the tight pussy.

The two of them lay, chests heaving, trying to catch their breaths.

Aisling, younger and more resilient was the first to recover.

Rolling over, she lay half on top of Rob’s chest, green eyes mirroring his blue gaze.

"THAT was YUMMY!" she said happily.

"Oh baby, yes, yes I would agree ." he told her shakily, tendrils of his conscience starting to prick him.

"We are going to do that LOTS." Aisling said complacently, patting the long flaccid prick laying now across his thigh.

Rob looked at her.

"Yes." she said happily.

With some trepidation, Rob looked at her. The thick, curling red hair tumbled over the pale narrow shoulder, fanning into his face and smelling deliciously of vanilla and woman and sex. The heavy, soft breasts were warm against his chest and her long slender thighs rode one muscled leg, slick and wet with their mingled juices. Sinuously, Aisling contracted her hips slightly, pushing against the long, heavy prick, and shocked, Rob felt it twitching and taking notice.

Heavy lidded green eyes looked into his as Aisling slashed a naughty grin and then slowly slid down his body.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Rob, sitting his office, the window open to the back garden, finished his tea and thought about his wife. After all these years, she still had the ability to make him harden just thinking of her. He mused that he had been up that pussy of hers a million times but each time it was like the first.

But a stray thought several months ago had turned to obsession and he wanted not just the pussy but that sweet little hole just down from it. Anal sex was not something his usually adventurous wife had ever expressed an interest in exploring, and a few tentative forays towards that delectable hole between those beautiful plump cheeks had been seen as a misdirection and she had made it quite clear that there was no going there.

He however had other plans. He had been the first (although not the last) to introduce that tight little Clara Bow mouth to a stiff cock and the first to take a cock and shove it up her virgin cunt. He was quite determined now to take the virginity of the one orifice he hadn't yet plundered.

Unbeknownst to her, he had been in essence, "training" her for the past few months. He had begun carefully, simply by allowing a finger to rub between those sweet cheeks, barely touching the closed furled hole of her anus.

He had done this for some time, until he found she wasn't starting or jumping and in fact had begun, albeit unaware, to rub that sweet ass against his invading finger. Then slowly, gently, he would allow the tip of a finger to just barely enter.

He didn't know how he had maintained his control, particularly when he his big cock was thrusting in and out of that hot warm hole of hers and his hands were tight around those slender hips, one long finger just pushing ever so gently inside.

Now, he felt she was ready. The past few weeks as he had sucked and licked that sweet dripping pussy he had actually had her sink that sweet ass right down to envelope his finger as he ate her. His own orgasm had several times spurted out onto cool sheets as he felt her cunt spasm and that tight scrumptious asshole tighten and loosen around his finger as she came.

Finishing his tea, he stood, determined to do it tonight. Monique had gone upstairs, worn out from a busy work week to lay down for a nap.

Quietly, he went up the stairs, his cock already stirring at the thought of the treat in store.

She was asleep when he entered the room, deep dusk lending a golden glow to the pale walls of their bedroom. Through the open window, a soft breeze wafted, tremulous and sweet, a hint of autumn in its promise. She lay insensate, sleeping quietly atop the cool cotton sheets of their bed. Halfway on her side, the low bodice of her gown gaped open, revealing the soft mounds of her breasts. He admired them, the way in this position they dropped in a juicy mouthful, their bulk plump and inviting, the pink tips quiet in sleep. Her nipples were large nubs nestled into the surrounding pink areoles.

Going to his side of the bed, he noted with pleasure her skirt was ruched up around her waist. Monique's long slender legs were open, her sweet slit vulnerable to his greedy gaze.

Easing himself gently onto the bed, so as not to awaken her, he idly stroked the bulk beneath his pants.

Carefully, inwardly grinning at himself, he bent close to study that luscious cunt. Her ass cheeks were round and firm and plump and closed over the small pink anus. Further down he could see her cunt hole, a dark pink indentation between her legs, the soft folds which normally enfolded a stiff prick in swollen joy, smooth and tight.

From her vagina, her inner lips swept down, barely visible within the warm prison of the pale, shaven outer lips of her cunt. Because her cunt was pressed together by her tangled legs, he couldn't even see the nub of her clitoris, only surmise it slept quietly beneath its protective hood.

Sucking one finger, he very gently, so gently so as not to wake her, pushed the tip of his finger into the irresistible tightness of her pussy. Her cunt seemed to sigh and open very slowly as he inserted his finger, and he took a deep breath as his stiff finger sank into warm wet folds.

"The little devil!" he thought.

"She's wet… she must be having nice dreams."

Leaving just his fingertip enveloped and warm, he reached up with his thumb and very carefully separated her cunt lips, burrowing beneath to find the nub of her pleasure.

She sighed and moved restlessly, changing position just slightly. He froze, then as her breathing deepened once again, he again searched for her clitoris with his impudent finger, barely touching her, just carefully and silently burrowing between the slick, inner lips of her cunt.

There, he sighed as his questing finger touched her center. Flicking ever so softly he woke up the sleeping tip of her pleasure. Within seconds, he felt the finger he still had buried in her pussy dampen as her juices began to flow.

He watched fascinated as her arousal grew.

Alternatively flicking and burrowing, his fingers worked gently in her cunt, thrusting into her vagina, softly touching her clitoris then moving back to push even further up her hole. His finger was buried to the knuckle now and when he pulled it out it glistened with her juice, lessening the friction and allowing him to more easily push it in and out.

He could feel the soft, pliable folds of her cunt fold around the invading digit, swelling and expanding as he continued his ministrations.

Looking carefully at her cunt, he saw that the tight pink hole of her cunt was now stained a deeper, more intense fuchsia, the folds plumping and swelling as he watched. Her clitoris which had moments before been hidden between its protective lips was now thrusting its red tip out, begging for his touch. Her entire vulva was glistening as the juice began to trickle steadily from her cunt hole, which gaped and then closed as he pulled and pushed his finger in and out.

His prick was stiffening and swelling as her sweet musk wafted into the summer soft dusty glow of the room. Beneath, the cotton sheets felt cool on his flushed skin. The whirr of cicadas outside the window and the far-off cries of the children playing on the road made the intimacy of his actions all the more poignant. He felt as if the two of them, his sleeping beauty and he, were enveloped in a magic world of sensuality and touch

His prick felt stiff as an iron bar and moving his hand from the delectable cunt, he slowly pushed himself off the bed.

Undoing his fly, his cock sprang out, erect and wet with precome juice. He quietly stepped out of his pants, pushing them off his hips, relishing the freedom as his heavy cock bobbed free.

Then he stood for a moment, his hand pulling at his yearning prick, admiring the hot, swollen cunt which was fully exposed to him.

Kneeling, he carefully inched his way until he was directly behind her, spoon fashion. Then using his fingers, he pushed his prick down until its glistening spongy head was pointed at the beckoning cunt hole.

With a slight movement of his hips, taking care not to touch her with any other part of his body, he thrust his cock head just into her cunt.

She groaned, her eyes fluttered and he stilled, leaving the head of his cock embedded in her, dribbling juice which mingled with the wet sticky residue of her own arousal.

Her breathing quickened and leaning over, he saw her eyes fluttering beneath the closed lids.

Carefully, gently, stifling a groan at the sweet feel, he pushed another inch of his stiff cock into her.

Her hips moved almost involuntarily and yet another inch of his stiff white shaft disappeared into her juicy hole. He had to exert every ounce of self restraint to stop himself from shoving his cock right up, but he wanted this to last and he wanted to fuck her as long as he could before she awoke.

He felt like Prince Charming and mused on whether the Prince, coming upon that beautiful woman, had in fact woken her with a kiss, but rather thought the Prince had instead pulled a stiff, princely cock out of his breeches and opening Beauty's slender white legs, shoved it up her virgin cunt and given her a good stiff fucking.

He began to shove his cock in and out of the juicy hole, stopping occasionally to admire the glistening juice which coated his prick each time be pulled it out. Slowly he began to thrust more and more cock into her, trying to keep up a steady rhythm and continuing to hold his hips apart from her. Finally, he couldn't stand it any more, and with a stifled groan pushed it up as far as he could each, his groin banging into the plump cheeks of her ass.

She awoke suddenly, gasping, bemused with sleep, a little uncertain of what was occurring.

Instinct and a deep atavistic emotion made her thrust her hips forcefully back against him.

That was all the invitation he needed, grasping her hips he held her still so that he could really shove his cock into her. He gave up any pretence of gentleness but began to fuck her hard and long, letting his cock touch her womb, pulling it out only to shove it back in again.

Her breathing was laboured and he knew that she was very close to coming. His prick was slipping in its juicy prison and occasionally would slip out and bang against her.

She made a little motion with her hips and suddenly it seemed as if her entire cunt was clinging to his prick. He was in her but with every retreat her long slit seemed to caress the length of his cock just before he shoved it back in. It, felt .as if someone was running their tongue along his prick while he was fucking her and his hips increased their movement as he felt his balls tighten.

Banging against her, his prick slipped out and momentarily lodged just the tip in her tight pink anus.

He knew now was the time. Just thinking about it almost precipitated his orgasm, but exerting an iron self-control, he admonished his unruly member to mind itself and then, determined, he reached down to take a hold of his aching prick.

Monique moved, shoving her ass back at him, seeking the hard, moist cock.

He held his prick, carefully teasing the tip between the firm cheeks of her ass, just touching the spongy head to the tight hole.

Monique quietened, then he heard her sigh.

He gave an inward smile of joy as he felt her first tentative nudges against his aching cock.

He could hear her breathing, heavy and laboured, faster now as she pushed that luscious ass against him.

Her ass was slick and wet with their mingled juices while his prick was pouring a steady stream of pre-come which made it slippery.

Reaching between their bodies, he made sure he had a firm grasp on his throbbing member.

Determined not to be swayed, he gently but insistently pushed the spongy tip of his prick, working it carefully into the tight furled hole between her cheeks.

He felt her gasp and her hips pulled away. His other hand came around and with an iron grip, held her hips steady.

She seemed to resist him, her ass tightening and attempting to expel the invader, but the tip of his prick was in and he persisted. She gave an inarticulate cry.

"No, baby." he said firmly.

"I need this. Relax."

Releasing her hip, he reached around and down, and his fingers found her distended, aroused clit. She moaned as he expertly manipulated the sweet nub, her traitorous body betraying her.

Almost helplessly, she relaxed back against him, the invading prick still secure in her tight ass. Exquisitely, slowly but inexorably, he pushed first one inch, then two into the incredibly tight hole. As he firmly pushed his prick in further, her sphincter seemed to relax and the next couple of inches of stiff, moist prick sunk in.

He paused, relishing the feel of this virgin territory and allowing her to adjust to this never-before felt sensation. She had held her breath and he had felt her body stiffen as his prick finally sank into her, now she suddenly expelled a long, lustful breath and tentatively pushed her ass against him.

His cock felt like it was in a vice. Her ass was so tight it was almost painful yet the hard hot feel was more pleasure than pain. Unlike her cunt whose folds seemed to mold and caress him, swelling about his stiff cock, the walls of her rectum were tighter, less pliable.

Slowly he pulled his prick out, wincing slightly as her ass involuntarily tightened around him.

Then back in and gasping, as his foreskin was peeled back almost painfully from the head of his cock. In and out, slowly the friction began to ease although the tightness remained.

Her cunt literally began to stream juice, almost as if she were pissing and as the warm, wet cunt juice rolled down the crack of her ass and pooled on his groin he felt like he was going to explode.

Taking a deep breath, he took both hands and grasped those delectable hips and began to pump steadily in and out. From this angle, he could see his own stiff cock sinking into that tight ass and his breath began to quicken as he watched the pale shaft appear and disappear.

Shoving his cock as far up her ass as he could, he reached forward and between her legs, to tickle her clitoris and revel in the feel of her shaven cunt. His hand was full of hot cunt and he pinched the lips and flicked her clitoris as he steadily pumped his cock in and out.

Leaning a little more forward, his balls banging on her groin as he ass fucked her with gusto, he pushed two fingers into the swollen folds of her cunt.

He felt as if his balls were up in his throat as he felt his own cock through the thin membrane separating her rectum from her vagina. He was actually able to feel the hard knobby head of his prick and the thick muscular shaft as he thrust it in and out of her asshole.

He pushed his fingers against it, rubbing up and down the shaft of his own prick and without conscious volition began to fuck in and out of her even faster.

Suddenly he felt her stiffen and there, with his fingers up her cunt, his cock up her ass, he felt her start.

Her groans disturbed the still air of the room as he suddenly felt her cunt contract. Giving an undulating cry of ecstasy, a gush of juice soaked his hand.

She yelled, and her ass slammed against his groin, taking every inch of his large prick up her tight nether hole. He felt her cunt coming then suddenly he yelled as the spasms engulfed her asshole as well. Tightening and loosening, her sweet ass began to milk his cock.

His balls tightened tugged and then with an unbelievable shudder, his cock began to spurt, come jetting from the tip of his cock in a long, hot stream. He actually felt the warmth of his own come with his fingers through the thin membrane of her cunt.

He was almost doubled over, his groin glued to her ass, his thick prick buried to the hilt, while his hand worked spasmodically between her legs, fucking his fingers up as far as they would go while the contractions pulled and sucked at them.

Pulling his slick, come soaked fingers out of her cunt, he grasped both her jerking hips and pulled her hard against him, feeling his cock deep within her, thrusting once, twice until he could feel his cock emptying and jerking. Finally, the spasmodic jerking of his cock began to still, and closing his eyes, he felt the last drops of sperm trickling into that sweet prison.

Exhausted, his cock still buried in her ass he pulled her against him, the two of them concentrating on the ebbing of an incredible orgasm.

He closed his eyes, the spent passion creating a lassitude which lasted for some time. Then as he felt his cock soften and shrink, he gently pulled his prick out of hits delectable warren. With a pop, his cock came out of its tight home and immediately following, a veritable steam of sperm poured out and soaked the sheets.

Turning her, he kissed her gently on her soft lips, then on the closed eyelids of her green eyes. She opened and blinked sleepily at him, then a grin lit up her face.

"Well, that was fun!" she said.

He grinned, happy that all had worked out the way he had planned.

This is one girl that would be getting lots of ass time in the future!.

Thursday, October 9, 2008

Life has a way of getting in the way of living, which sounds absurd until four kids, demanding jobs, numerous activities, sports and the mundane realities of running a home result in you waking up one day with the realization that other than hurried couplings, the passion you shared with your partner was largely a thing of wet dreams and memories.

Aoife did just that. An odd juxtaposition of events left her unaccountably alone with absolutely nothing that must be done and an empty house.

A luxurious bath later, shaved and smoothed, buffed and polished, she sat in front of her mirror, brushing the waist length mahogany mane which minimum care and good genes ensured continued to be one of her best features.

Maybe it was having her thick waving locks hanging silkily against her fine boned face, or the unaccustomed feel of smooth, shaved legs, but Aoife suddenly remembered what it was like when she and Finn had first met. Sparks had flown the moment the two had seen each other; introduced by a former boyfriend, Aoife found herself unaccountably breathless on meeting the shortish, well-built Scot. There was something about the way his green eyes, narrow and intense met her own, the manner in which the thick fair hair tumbled around the craggy, strong face with its decided nose and stubborn jaw. For his part, the long limbed goddess with the magnificent hair and intense blue green eyes completely and utterly enthralled him.

A scant hour later, the two left the party together, hand in hand, to continue their conversation in a less raucous atmosphere. Within weeks they were inseparable, and much of their time was spent engaged in a tangle of lust for each other that permeated their every waking moment and made them the horrified envy of friends who were alternatively appalled and envious of the way the two lovers could not keep their hands off each other.

Now 15 years and 4 kids later, Aoife had to think hard to remember when they had last experienced that spontaneous, joyous and overwhelming lust that used to be as natural as breathing.

Standing up, she inspected herself critically. With the exception of a few lines that added character to her face, her skin was excellent and belied her 42 years. Cupping her heavy breasts, she turned sideways. Most definitely not quite as firm or as high as they used to be, but nonetheless they were still more or less where they should be and the nipples were as large and luscious as ever. Her belly had a hint of softness, the legacy of four pregnancies but her narrow hips and long, very beautiful legs were still exceptional as vanity and a desire to stay healthy had her biking regularly and for long periods.

"Well, things are going to change – we need to rediscover each other," she decided then and there.

That day, Aoife began her campaign to seduce her husband. She began to rediscover the little things which he liked – like picking up the coffee he preferred, ensuring his mobile phone had minutes, and more importantly, making sure the two of them made a conscious effort to spend more time together without children.

Trips to the bookstore – a former favourite haunt – did much to help the two reconnect. Without the distractions of kids and mundane tasks, they learned again the fascination that the other held for them. Finn rediscovered his great appreciation for his wife's lively intelligence and it wasn't long before they fell back into their old stimulating argumentative debates.

Lovemaking became more than perfunctory, slowly but surely. Instead of hurried couplings, where Finn would push his stiff prick against the flannel-covered bottom of his darling and then merely pull up the hem to push its hard length between her taut thighs, he began to approach lovemaking from a more leisurely perspective.

Teasing and tender, he would strip off the nightie and cup the full, heavy breasts, suckling the long firm nipples for long periods, his prick stiff against her belly, its winking eye leaking pre-cum, until unable to stand it any longer she would thrust against him, sighing as his long thick length slid up into her sheath.

Slow and leisurely, his lips suckling the swollen breast, Finn would push his prick in and out of her tight cunt, measuring the pleasure in long delicious strokes, savouring the feel of her hot swollen folds engulfing his throbbing cock until suddenly, the urgency would begin to build and moaning against the mouthful of heavy breast, he would thrust fast and strong until his prick would throb and jerk and empty long hot streams of cum into her pulsating cunt.

Things in short improved considerably.

Aoife, however, as much as she was enjoying their renewed concupiscence, still yearned for something really spontaneous, something really sexual. Her opportunity came sooner than she anticipated when grandparents swooped down to take the kids to a cottage for a week and concurrent with that she came across an advertisement in a local newspaper which piqued her interest.

Aoife planned her campaign. Telling Finn to make no plans on the Saturday night, she informed him a surprise was in store.

A shopping spree for clothes and other things and she was ready.

Finn was out most of the day on his endless quest for treasures in garage sales, leaving Aoife time to polish herself head to foot and leisure to dress. Unaccountably nervous, she inspected herself in the mirror – wondering for the millionth time whether she was too old for dressing like this.

A very tight low-necked sleeveless tee hugged and moulded the heavy breasts. Her large nipples were clearly outlined under the skimpy lace that barely cupped their bounty and when she walked, the fluid movement of largely unfettered heavy breast flesh was clearly provocative and enticing. The skirt was denim, short and flirty, hugging her narrow hips and flaring to just midpoint on the long toned thighs. If she bent over, the firm, plump cheeks of her ass could be seen, pale and luscious, her plump mound, its reddish curls trimmed and combed cupped in the skimpy protection of a thong.

A moment later, her husband soothed her unspoken fears, when chattering; he banged into the bedroom, treasures in hand.

"HOLY shit!"

Finn's mouth hung open as he took in the sight of his very sexy wife. From the tip of her magnificent hair which hung burnished and smooth to her waist to the long gorgeous legs, the shapely calves flexed from the pressure of 4-inch heels, she was stunning.

"Oh baby!"

Moving to her, Finn pulled her head down towards his own, tangling eager fingers in soft silken waves. One hand went up to cup and squeeze the full breast.

Laughing, breathless, Aoife pulled back.

"Come on, you! Have your shower – this isn't the surprise! Get ready!"

Grinning, she dodged her amorous husband's eager hands and shooed him into the shower.

An hour later, the waning sun to the west sending warm tendrils of dying light to streak and brighten the creeping dusk, they were on their way.

Aoife drove carefully but rapidly, the dark highway speeding past on either side of the car. It was as if they were cocooned in their own private world, caught in a warp of time and space. The air conditioning blew cool against her almost naked breasts, creating an aching awareness of her vulnerability and openness to him as he sat gazing at her. Between her legs, her cunt throbbed.

The car, an old Lincoln bequeathed by Finn's grandparents, was roomy and comfortable – if exorbitantly expensive in gas. But the leather seats, luxurious interior, superior stereo and best of all, superlative engine made up for what it cost at the pump.

Finn sat sideways, watching her mobile face as she drove. Grinning, he reached over and cupped a firm breast, weighing its luscious bounty in a hot palm.

"Finn!" Aoife grinned, feeling a thrill of daring as her bold husband fondled her breast openly.

"Pull up your shirt," he said coaxingly.

"FINN! Are you nuts? It's still bloody light out!" she laughed.

"Please darling, do – for me?"

Aoife looked around – there was something about driving in a car, cupped in a speeding metal capsule, the road flashing by, affording quick glimpses into other people's universes as they sped by that gave her a sense of freedom.

"After all," she reasoned, "it's not as if anyone will ever see us again!"

A bit nervously, she reached down to the waist of her tight tee – grasping the end she slowly pulled it up over her taut midriff. Teasingly, Aoife tugged until the heavy, lace cupped underhang of her full breasts was visible.

"More, sweet one, more." Finn said, his voice tight.

There was something intensely provocative about seeing his wife's pale belly, the heavy jut of breast in an open car in broad daylight. A part of him almost wanted someone to see her – to lust after that bounty of overflowing breast flesh – to look at him and envy him this woman.

Glancing at him, one hand on the wheel, Aoife honoured her husband's request.

Slowly, she pulled the shirt higher, tugging it over the tip of pale, freckled breasts. The bra was scant, barely containing the swelling mounds; the tip of her shell pink areoles visible.

Aoife's breasts were obscenely obvious as the tight tee pushed her breasts out even further.

Finn's breath came short as she watched her expose her breasts to his gaze. Leaning over, he ran a calloused finger between the swollen globes, pushing into the tight cleavage and rubbing gently.

Aoife groaned. Her breasts were remarkably sensitive, within a second, the long, plump nipples hardened, and lengthened, pushing out the thin lace of the underwire bra.

Grinning, Finn ran his hands down and over the tips – feeling his prick jump as he saw her face tighten, the green eyes cloud.

Reaching under, he pushed his fingers under the tight underwire and pulled it up and out with some difficulty.

"Oh you bitch, you are so fucking gorgeous!" he breathed as the heavy white breasts tumbled out of the tight confines.

Aoife's nipples were already erect and throbbing, their long plump length elongated, their normal shell pink colour deep and crimson. The bra, still fastened, was tight and dug into the long sloping top of the breasts, pushing them out and making them appear even firmer. Although Aoife's breasts weren't bad for 42, she had miserably failed the infamous pencil test she had once passed with flying colours. Four pregnancies and breastfeeding for the better part of 7 years had stretched and softened their shape, although admittedly Finn had never complained.

Finn slit his eyes as he reached over and pushed his fingers underneath the heavy weight. He had told her repeatedly but wasn't sure if she believed him, that he actually preferred these mature, lovely breasts. They were softer, more pliable, their warm mass comforting and unbelievably erotic.

Reverently, Finn cupped and then squeezed the warm mass, his fingers wandering over the sweet, soft skin to the rubbery, throbbing nipples. He knew his wife's weaknesses and ginning, pinched sharply.

"Oh fuck!" Aoife almost screamed. Struggling, she tried to keep her concentration on the road. She had, she believed, a direct line from her breasts to her womb and right now, she felt a gush from between her plump lips that soaked the thin gusset of her thong.

Finn smiled delightedly– he knew exactly what he was doing. Leaning over, he put his other hand on the long slender thigh. Aoife's skirt was hiked up, the long legs slightly spread, her right one taut as she kept a foot on the gas.

He relished the feel of the soft warm skin, then snaked his hand between her legs, ignoring the inarticulate noises she made in protest. Sighing, he took his fingers and rubbed them lightly against the damp gusset, breathing deeply the musky aroma that suddenly wafted into the still, cool air of the car.

"Keep your eye on the road," he said semi-sternly.

Aoife spared a quick glance. Helplessly, she allowed her thigh to relax and sprawl slightly open, giving her husband access to her most secret place.

Stiffening a finger, his hand pinching and cupping the heavy breast, Finn wiggled his finger under the thin line of silk, brushing damp curls as he did so. He sighed as his questing finger rubbed lightly the plump, furred pubes, then nestling between the swollen labia. Very, very gently, he ran his finger the long length of his wife's slit, barely tipping the tight furled ass as she pushed her hips forward against his bold, welcome intrusion. Then back up, his finger wet now with the juices which were beginning to drip out of the swollen cunt, right up to the tiny, shy clitoris which was just beginning to wake up. Barely touching, he flicked its sensitive tip.

Aoife groaned and rewarded him with a hot gush which actually soaked his finger and trailed wet tendrils of glistening moisture to the crux of his fingers.

Finn sighed and moved uncomfortably. Removing his fingers, he pushed his hips up and thrust his hand down his pants, adjusting his burgeoning prick which was now uncomfortably twisted.

Aoife grinned as she took a quick glance and watched her husband try to fix himself.

"Serves you right!" she said jeering.

Dusk was beginning to fall. A muted light permeated the green fields, intensifying the verdant wilderness flashing by. That peculiar golden glow of a summer evening lent a muted ambiance to skies deepening to indigo, streaks of crimson and deep violet washing the waning sun.

A sign flashed by, capturing her attention..

"That's our exit!" she said.

"We're almost there! We'll finish THIS..." she said with a grin, grimacing as she pulled the tight bra back over her jiggling breasts, wiggling their heavy fullness into place, "LATER". Then, quickly, as traffic increased, she pulled the tee over the lace.

Lifting her ass, she went to pull her skirt down. Finn's hand stopped her for a moment. Fondling the shivering breasts, he left her skirt pulled up to her waist for a moment longer, then reaching between her legs, pushed his fingers up her wet, glistening cunt, leaving them there as she continued to drive. Aoife felt as if she were attached not just physically — his fingers actually in her cunt — but mentally. She felt breathless and almost panicked as she visualized pulling up and someone looking down and seeing her naked cunt with his fingers inserted in it. Then voluptuously, he pulled them out slowly, glistening with the sticky residue of her arousal. She caught his eye as he brought them to his face. He drank in the scent as if it were ambrosia, relishing the rich, musky smell of her essence, then keeping eye contact with her, he delicately put his tongue out and thoroughly licked each finger clean.

Aoife slowed the car and turned. Looking around, Finn laughed delightedly on seeing the Drive In sign. They waited in the line entering the park, the atmosphere in the car almost alive. She could smell not just herself but that private, funky scent which rose from him when his cock was stiff and the love juice dribbled and scented his pants.

They soon got to the kiosk and paying, she pulled onto the gravel lot. Aoife went to pull into a space towards the front, but looking around, Finn directed her to the back. A well-wooded copse of trees stood at the back of the park and at the far left there were spaces for many cars but none were parked there. He had her pull up so the woods backed them and in front a large space remained before the next line of cars. The park was sparsely populated, the day of the Drive In long past. In fact, this particular one she had heard about by chance and it was in its last days before a development took over.

The movie had already started but neither of them paid much attention. There was an unspoken realization between them that the movie was secondary, that what they were here for was not celluloid dreams on a big screen but a delicious, chance met opportunity to indulge themselves.

Aoife felt her throat tighten as she threw the car into park and fastened the speaker to the window. Out of the corner of her eye, she took in the sight of her husband's taut groin, his heavy prick tenting the front of his jeans .

All day she had been anticipating this night, being in this car alone with him. She had trimmed and scented her cunt at home, slathered her wonderful crème over her entire body, paying special attention to the inside of her thighs and her breasts.

Looking at each other, they reached down and pulled the levers, pushing the seats back as far as it would go, then, reaching into the back, Aoife pulled out the cooler. From within its chilled depth, she pulled pate, crackers, cheese and shrimp. From behind the seat she pulled a thermos full of aromatic, strong espresso and two small china cups.

Prolonging the moment, allowing anticipation to build, they shared and fed each other and laughed and feasted. Aoife sipped her hot, dark coffee, enjoying the rush of caffeine and for once not worrying about being kept awake. Indeed, she had made is doubly strong to ensure that they were both alert and full of energy for this precious night.

Fin gathered up the remains of their feast and putting them back in the cooler, placed it in the back. Then looking at her, his eyes crystal in the ambient light, he reached over and clasped her breast through her shirt.

Aoife gasped and felt a hot sensuous flash of lust race from her cunt to her breasts.

"Push it up so I can see your tits," he said quietly.

Oblivious to the people who occasionally walked by, she did so, pulling up the shirt then reaching underneath and pushing her scanty bra over the quivering mounds of her breasts. Their heavy weight settled slightly, jiggling on her chest, the tips already red, engorged, and stiff.

"Now your skirt."

Moving her ass, Aoife pulled the skirt up over the plump globes of her ass, bunching it at her waist and revealing the insubstantial scrap of material which made up her thong.

Finn pushed her back against the door of the car, pulling her legs apart so he could look at the thin gusset of the thong disappear between the lips of her cunt. Her right leg was awkwardly placed, so reaching, Finn took the long silken calf, rubbing hard fingers along its sweet swelling length and then pulled her leg up to dangle over the back of the seat.

"Spread wider, darling," he whispered, "I want to see your slit."

Flickering images on the screen illuminated and sent an ambient light into the dark car, moonlight tendrils lending a further cool glow.

Aoife hesitated, then biting her lip, feeling an aching deep within her womb and a wantonness that made her swollen breasts heave, pulled her other knee up to her chest. Watching his face intently, she allowed her legs to fall open.

Finn almost forgot to breathe. She looked unbelievably erotic, those long gorgeous legs spread sluttily, the big heavy breasts jiggling with her ragged breathing, their long succulent tips engorged and crimson.

The gusset of the thong was barely a string, running between the swollen, neatly trimmed but thickly furred cunt. As she widened her thighs, her long slit gaped open, a red glistening gash, hot woman scent perfuming the air as her arousal increased.

Aoife's eyes raked his beloved face, drinking in and responding to the raw lust which twisted his features.

"You like?" she asked huskily.

"Watch."

Taking her hands, Aoife reached between her spread thighs and lightly rubbed her swollen sex. Delicately, she pinched first one side, then the other and fastening her gaze on him, pulled apart her labia, exposing the now erect and quivering clit and the deep swollen folds of her vagina.

Breathing harshly, Finn leaned over. Gently, but firmly he took the insubstantial scrap of underwear and holding it in two hands, suddenly pulled, ripping its delicate lace asunder.

Aoife gasped as he pulled the scrap of destroyed underwear from between her thighs, the thin gusset wet and dark with her arousal. Pulling it to him, he used both hands and brought it to his nose, and took a deep, cleansing breath, groaning as the rich, pongy scent of her cunt wafted into his senses. Putting out his tongue, he flicked it along the glistening gusset, tasting a mixture of arousal, a scent of urine and warm woman scents

Then throwing it to one side, he leaned down to study her slit up close.

Aoife had a lovely cunt. He had thought so 15 years ago and he thought so now. Slightly scarred from childbirth, nonetheless her labia were plump, thickly furred with soft tight lovely sherry coloured curls. Her clit, when quiescent, was a tiny shy little soldier, hidden under the sweet pale hood but now, aroused and glistening, it poked a bold swollen head from betwixt the tight vee where her cunt began. The swirls and whorls of soft, firm flesh drew the eye, tendrils of glistening arousal pooling in translucent pools in its delicious nooks and crannies. Finn's breath grew short as his gaze slowly swept down to the deep, swollen apex of her womanhood. Unable to resist, he stiffened his fingers and slowly, exquisitely, pushed their stiff length into the swollen folds.

Aoife groaned deep in her throat, breasts quivering, as her husband sunk his fingers deep within her essence. Finn felt her clinging flesh envelop his digits and marvelled anew that this delicious, swollen, clinging cunt had birthed his children, and been the recipient of so many hot molten libations from his spurting prick.

Yoga and a passionate commitment to daily kegels had kept Aoife as tight as a young girl. Now, eyes heavy lidded and glistening from beneath lowered lids, she gave a wicked hot smile and Finn gasped as her hot cunt squeezed his invading fingers.

Finn realized that his prick, heavy and aching was almost painfully constricted by his pants.

With an audible sucking sound, he pulled his fingers free. Leaning back, he caught his wife's hot gaze and narrowing his own intense green eyes, captured her sultry gaze with his own. Keeping her enthralled, he brought his glistening fingers to his nose, breathing deeply. Flecks of pale white dotted their glistening length and flicking out his tongue, he delicately lapped up the aroused essence of his girl.

Aoife sighed as another gush of arousal trickled from the swollen folds of her vagina.

Finn leaned back, pushing his tented, straining pants into proximity. Slowly, he reached down, Aoife's gaze following the questing hands and carefully unbuttoned, then pushing his swollen prick against his groin, unzipped. Finn's thighs tightened as he pushed his ass off the car seat, and carefully peeled the tight jeans down the strong thighs. Cotton boxers, normally loose strained on his hips, his prick pushing its heavy length up and out. A dark wet stain trailed across the front as precum leaked in a steady stream from the winking tip of his prick.

"You want to see my cock, lass?"

Aoife, mute, nodded vigorously.

"Tell me, then, sweet one, tell your Finn what you want."

"I want to see it – your prick..." Aoife's voice was hoarse.

"This, this is what you want, sweet lassie mine?"

In a quick motion, Finn stripped the boxers down his hips. Freed, his heavy erection sprang up, throbbing and swollen, the hooded head glistening and a long translucent thread of pre cum trailing from the swollen tip to the furred flesh of his stomach.

"Oh GOD."

Aoife couldn't help herself. Reaching between her spread legs, she touched her own swollen aching clit, running a trimmed nail along its length. Her hips jerked as sensation flooded her groin.

His eyes glittered with barely suppressed lust as he watched his wife rub herself, a finger dipping into the swollen folds of her vagina, then dancing up the long swollen slit to the beckoning clit. A flick then back down again. Her other hand, almost of its own volition, cupped one heavy, heaving breast, pinching and pulling the rubbery distended nipple.

"That's my girl, touch that pretty cunt, rub it."

Grasping his own prick tightly at the base, Finn squeezed sharply. He could feel his arousal peaking and wanted to keep things going longer. His balls were tight and pulled up into his groin and he couldn't resist rubbing a calloused finger along their plump, hairy sac.

Then suddenly, Finn thrust himself up, kneeling on the seat in front of his spraddled darling. With a thunk, his head hit the roof.

Aoife snorted, trying to suppress her laughter. Then helplessly, as she watched her husband rub his sore head, laughed out loud.

"Bitch." Finn said grinning.

His prick, obscenely swollen and bright crimson bobbed in front of Aoife's face, a translucent bubble of precum bubbling from the hooded tip. Aoife suddenly smelled it, sharp and male and her laughter strangled in her throat.

Aoife couldn't resist. Leaning forward she breathed the strong, aroused male scent, filling her lungs with its essence. Then, slowly, her eyes flicking up to watch his face, she extended a pink tongue until delicate as a butterfly, she began to lap at the glistening tip, her tongue cupping and pulling the viscous fluid into her eager mouth.

Rounding her small lips, she brought her right hand around to cup her husband's firm buttocks; her left she used to grasp the heavy prick at its base. Taking a deep breath, closing her eyes, she stretched her lips as wide as they would go, pushing it down on the swollen head of her husband's cock.

Smoothly, experienced and eager, Aoife's warm tongue laved the quivering, silken skin of his prick. Her cheeks hollowed as she pulled strongly from the back of her throat, sinking her mouth further down, breathing harshly through her flared nostrils as her mouth filled with hot, swollen prick.

Finn stifled a yell as he felt his prick pulled strongly, his wife's suctioning mouth causing an exquisite, almost painful intensity of tactile overload. His breath was harsh in the close confines of the car. Outside, the flickering screen waxed light, then dark, static crackled and spat as tinny dialogue from the scarred and battered speaker droned in the background.

Realty was now, this exquisite pulling ecstasy of his wife's warm, sucking mouth.

He felt his balls tighten, the roiling sperm gathering in their swollen flesh. Reluctantly, groaning, he pulled back.

Aoife made an inarticulate sound of distress, her mouth clinging. Fin reached and gently grasping her chin, shook it, laughing, forcing her to release her delicious mouthful of hot cock.

Leaning,, he captured her lips with his in a long, clinging kiss, his tongue laving the inside of the warm mouth, tasting himself on her breath.

Then falling back, he looked at her with glazed eyes.

"Keep that up, lass, and there won't be a thing left for you!" he said in a strangled voice.

"Well, now that would be a shame," she admitted.

"Was a time, though," she pointed out, mocking a sad face, "that I could get my mouthful and you would be good to go shortly after!"

Finn grinned back and leaning over tweaked the long, engorged nipple, making her squeak.

"Sure, and I'm an old man, now, lass!" he said mournfully, his green eyes laughing. "You'll be out looking for a young lad the minute me back's turned, if I'm not mistaken!"

Aoife's face softened. Leaning to him, she caressed his chin with her soft hand.

"Be a cold day in hell before I find another laddie I like half as much," she said fondly.

"Now, let's see how this fella is doing."

Aoife leaned on her arms, the lovely, heavy breasts swinging forward, jiggling enticingly, their long nipples almost brushing the swollen tip of Finn's prick. Finn's mouth twisted as he watched her, then reaching, he grasped is own prick and began to slowly pull at it.

Aoife could see the juice dribbling out of the small eye at the top. As Finn pushed the skin of his prick down over the hard muscle, the mushroom head, glistening and flushed would appear, then as he pushed the skin back up, the juice which was trembling at the tip would well out and over and dribble down the side of the hard white shaft.

She actually felt her cunt throb as she drank in the sight and her cunt hole literally seemed on fire, aching with a deep desperate need to feel that big cock right up her.

Aoife's breath was harsh in the confines of the warm car. Musk, pungent and rich, wafted through the still air, filling their sense with atavistic desire and a primitive urge to couple that almost overwhelmed.

"I want that up me ... now!" she said huskily.

"Please, darling, push your prick up me!"

Aoife's voice was harsh and panting, her desire palpable. Finn responded, his own desire throbbing and growing as his glistening gaze watched pure lust twist his beloved's face. Her breasts, swollen and pale, blue veins beneath their white surface, seemed to glow, pale and delicious in the encroaching darkness. Her nipples looked almost sore, engorged and a bright crimson, while the smell of her cunt's rich dampness permeated the air.

Finn sat back against the seat, pushing Aoife gently to give him some room. Bracing his legs, he adjusted his swollen balls comfortably, the hard white shaft of his prick engorged and swollen, trembling and throbbing between his thick thighs.

Turning slightly, he pulled Aoife to him, his lips meeting hers in a clinging, deep kiss that sent tendrils of desire twisting through her abdomen. One hand cupped and squeezed one of the jouncing breasts. Then moving his hands to the narrow hips he pulled her over him, so she straddled his lap, her swollen glistening cunt just inches above the yearning prick.

Now she felt the spongy tip of his cock pushing at her yearning cunt and moving restlessly, tried to rub her enflamed cunt on it. Holding her hips in an iron grip he would not allow her to impale herself on the delicious length of his cock, but kept her kneeling high enough so that he could rub his prick along the long slit.

She was already soaking wet and his prick slipped easily along the length of her cunt from her ass to her cleft. Rhythmically he rubbed his cock up and down, paying special attention to the small, stiff nub of her enflamed clitoris.

Then just when she thought she would go mad, he took her hips firmly and in one smooth motion impaled her.

Aoife groaned, feeling as if she was going to die as she felt his entire long hard cock push up into her womb. His girth strained her cunt hole to its maximum, pushing aside the enveloping folds of hot swollen flesh with ease, oiled as it was with her cunt juice. He pushed her down even further and she gasped, as he impossibly seemed to surge further than he had ever been before.

She actually felt her vulva strike his hard groin and his pubic hair tickled her own swollen pube in an indescribable sensation of engorgement.

Without being aware of it, lust clouding her mind, she went to pull up, the better to feel that wonderful thrust again. His strong hands stopped her and he remained still, the whole length of his hard cock embedded in her, savouring the feeling of hot juicy cunt squeezing his entire prick.

She closed her eyes, sensation clouding her senses, feeling almost overwhelmed by the wonderful, aching fullness of her womb. She felt his hands shift, and then gentle as a butterfly's wing, one hand caressed her face.

She opened her eyes, looking deeply into the green depths of his compelling gaze.

"Fuck me with your cunt." he said.

She went to shift her hips but his hands again came down hard on her hips.

"No", you can't move." he said.

She widened her eyes, then suddenly understood what he wanted.

She closed her eyes and concentrated. She visualized his big stiff cock and imagined how it looked right this moment. Its normally pale white shaft, flushed and engorged with blood had penetrated as far as it could enter. Its entire length was now embedded in her innermost being. She literally could feel her cunt pulsating around its hard length, her soft pliable folds gently sucking and caressing the stiff welcome invader, her juice lubricating and flowing and seeking egress.

She visualized then the concentric rings of muscles which encircled her entire cunt hole, then biting her lip she began to bear down. He gasped. Her warm pulsating cunt seemed to be seizing and squeezing his prick, sucking at the spongy head and encircling the full girth of its length, as if somehow, a hand was inside her cunt, encircling it, squeezing and releasing and squeezing and releasing.

Amazingly, she felt his cock pulsate and grow yet again. She felt stuffed full of hard cock, her cunt hole strained to the utmost, it was like giving birth except with a painful, exquisite edge to the pain that caused the sensation in her groin to become almost unbearable.

She opened her eyes and drank in the sight of his contorted face. His eyes were closed and an intent focus twisted his beautiful mouth in a grimace. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead and his teeth were clenched tight.

Moaning, she couldn't stop her hips from swivelling. There was an atavistic need to grind her cunt onto the stiff prick embedded in its soft folds, to pull and push and thrust and coax the life giving juice from his prick.

He pushed her hips down again, controlling her movements, commanding her obedience. She groaned in frustrated agony, then gave a cry of fierce joy as he suddenly pulled her up, off that delicious cock, then down, then up.

Her breasts were jiggling and bobbing in front of his face, their stiff red nipples bouncing. Taking one hand off her waist, he suddenly reached up and cupped a hot swollen tit.

Grasping it almost cruelly, moulding and fondling the soft mound, he leaned forward and caught her yearning nipple in his mouth. He sucked fiercely at her nipple, suckling it like a baby, his lips clamped on the pink areole, the sensitive tip alternately flicked with his soft tongue and left to point down his throat.

She surged forward, thrusting more of her breast into his mouth. She closed her eyes in ecstasy, revelling in the suckling of her tit and yearning for that indescribable sensation of letting down milk that she had experienced when suckling the children. It was as if her nipple was a tiny penis and she longed for it to spurt into his mouth as his cock would spurt into her cunt. The harder he sucked, the more she felt her cunt contract against the welcome invader which now thrust inexorably into it. It was as if there was a live nerve extending from the tip of her breast to her cunt. With each hard, demanding suckle she felt a gush of juice release from somewhere deep inside her womb, coating his cock with thick, sticky liquid, smoothing the friction and giving his stiff moist prick even greater entry into her cunt.

Her groin felt like it was going to explode, and without conscious volition, her hips began to pump madly down on the stiff cock of her lover. Up and down she thrust herself, desperate to bring to culmination the almost painful constriction of her cunt, the great aching need that seemed to grow with each hard thrust. Each time she rose, Aoife rocked slightly forward and back, allowing her clit to rub against the swollen prick.

Finn let go of her hips entirely and brought his hand up to the other bouncing, jiggling tit. First softly and then harder, he began to mould the soft, plump breast, his mouth never letting up its hard, erotic suckling of its partner. Gasping, she moaned, harder, harder and his fingers grasped harder, squeezing and cupping and pinching until pink finger marks left marks on the soft, sensitive skin of her breast and her nipple turned bright crimson, swollen and hard.

Then she felt it start, like a wave it began deep in her belly, ripples which began at the tip of her womb and began to spread in concentric circles down the length of her vagina. She literally screamed as her orgasm crashed in on her, forgetting to breathe, forgetting to move, but pushing herself down on the hot cock, ensuring that every single available inch of prick was shoved as far up her as she could physically manage, feeling it thrusting almost painfully against her womb.

Around the overflowing bounty of the flesh of her breast, she felt him moan as he felt the contractions squeeze his prick. His own hips began to push harder into her in a fast, helpless rhythm and then, with the peak of her orgasm just starting, she felt him explode.

It was like liquid gold flung against her womb. She could actually feel each individual spurt against her innermost recesses and his mouth on her breast suckled even harder. He took both hands and desperately grasped the soft breast, squeezing it tightly, moulding its firmness and pushed it together so he could suck in even more of the tit flesh. He sucked harder, moaning around its soft flesh, mimicking the jerking motion of his cock as it emptied its bounty into her cunt, his hips jerking and pounding against the enveloping cunt.

It seemed to go on forever, the two of them meshed in a lustful, joyful mingling of flesh and sensation, he in her, his prick jerking and spurting, she opening and expanding like a great flower, sucking in the very essence of his flesh and bursting into great wonderful blooms of pure pleasure.

As the contractions in her womb began to subside she became aware that the cock thrusting so mightily into her had quietened. Collapsing against him she laid her head on his shoulders, relishing the sticky residue she could feel gluing them together between her straddled legs. She couldn't bear to let go yet, and wiggled her bottom down to ensure the softening prick remained up her cunt.

His arms went about her, pulling her close, hugging her and the two of them rested. A staccato of noise startled both of them as they almost dozed off ..and jerking up, Aoife felt her husband's prick slip out. A long warm stream of cum streamed out, wetting Finn's thighs and soaking her red curls.

Grinning, she rubbed her soaking crotch against his now soft prick, pushing her still swollen slit against its soft, wet length.

Leaning, Finn captured his darling's lips with his own in a long, deep kiss that sealed yet again their delight and commitment to each other. His heart soared and met hers as he realized anew how lucky they were.

Lights flared, startling them and Aoife scrambled to one side, pulling herself together. Looking out they watched as some cars began to leave the park. On the large, bug splattered drive-in screen a dancing hot dog and box of French fries amused the remaining crowd, many of whom took the reprieve between films to grab food or relieve themselves.

Looking over, Finn grinned.

"Lovely film! I don't think I've ever enjoyed one so much!"

"Damn right!" Aoife said laughing. "Just give me a few minutes and I'll get us coffee and a bit of something sweet to strengthen us."

Winking, she pulled her skirt down, adjusted her tee shirt and leaning over and pecking his lips, opened the car door.

Pausing, Aoife turned back for a moment. With a mischievous grin, she said to her husband:

Monday, September 29, 2008

Note: (I've posted this story before, but not on this story blog - Poem is by f-cynyr - Incubus - story is mine)

The moon reels in a wine-dark sky and the constellation of stars fades before its silver dominance. A whisper of cool breath and the moon breathes into the night and probes silver fingers and feels through the night for dark moments and realities of time and place.

She lies sprawled, her alabaster body relaxed against the soft embrace of Indian cotton, arms upstretched and relaxed, hips slightly twisted, the long legs lying closed. The moon probes through the fluttering of pale curtains, exhaling into the intimacy of the room and on its cool hoary breath rides something made of silver and shadows and hot red moments of lust.

She moves, restlessly on the bed, and the silver fingers of the moon pick out the sweet curve of breast, silvering the plump pale nipple and licking curves of shadows into the sweep of waist and arc of hip.

Dappled shadows drift in gossamer strands of maybe across the perhaps of hot green eyes which savour the creamy flesh and warmth of the girl on the bed, glowing against the strong line of jaw and the reality of hard flesh.

He slips onto the bed, quiet and as light as a cat and gently moves a curve of tumbled crimson silk from her pale face and the silver moonbeam tumbles her curls into darkness against the shadows.

Her breathing is even and shallow and her sweet breath exhales through half parted lips. The silver of the night shows the fluttering beneath translucent delicate eyelids and he leans and his long firm lips breathe above her breath until in unison they inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale and her restless body quiets and she tumbles into the inky darkness and deep inside herself watches the moon reeling in a wine-dark sky.

Gently, delicate as the brush of butterfly wings, his lips meet hers and they cling and she breathes acquiescence into his warm mouth and the silver light seems to dance through his pale flesh and cast shadows of questions against the smooth curve of back and kisses the strong curve of buttock.

He trails moist soft breath down the long curve of neck as she sighs and settles against the cotton sheet, her head tipped back exposing the fluttering of breath in her vulnerable throat. He watches the blood race beneath the delicate skin and with his mouth traces the subtle blue tracery of veins along the throat, down over the sweet curve of collarbone to the impossibly soft flesh of her breast.

He sits back, and reaches out his hand and sighing, cups the warm reality of plump flesh and gently squeezes one round breast which swells against the skin of his palm and throbs and he watches the plump pale nipples tighten and swell and he sighs. Silver seeps between the shadowed edge of the curtains fluttering in the breath of the moon which reels in the sky and watches.

A sliver of silver seepsbetween the shadowed edgesof blind and window,silvering yourround, heaving breastsas I fondle andtoy with an engorged nipple.

He releases his delicious handful and gently toys with the swollen tips, twisting and pulling until, engorged and now a deep, blood-red crimson they seem to yearn toward his hand. Her breath quickens and a soft moan resonates in the quiet of the cool room.

He squats, graceful and sure on strong legs and feet, and sighs as the moon licks along the curve of buttock and a glistening beam illuminates the long thick distended phallus, the tip swollen and glistening as pale, translucent drops of lust well up from the winking tip, swelling, glowing then trail down the quivering shaft.

His fingers play a symphony upon the girl’s engorged breasts, pinching harder now and pull the long hard tips and rolling them in clever fingers until her breath comes short and her chest heaves and he watches as her eyes flutter frantically beneath closed lids and her hips move restlessly. He cups in both hands the small, plump orbs and squeezes and releases until the indentation of finger can be seen like bruises on their smooth pale surface and he smiles.

She moves her legs restlessly and the moon caresses the long line of his back and he moves silently to the edge and allows the moon to probe between the long, firm thighs and she sighs. Her legs fall open slightly and the moon licks glistening trails of light along the long smooth slit and the silver rings gleam in the pattern of shadows and light and he slips lithely between the slightly parted thighs, his fingers drumming a soft Mandela on their smooth delicate inner skin until they part wider and he settles between them, not touching with flesh but his gaze as substantial as touch caressing and licking the slighting gaping smooth sex, hint of deep pink and promise of mystery now open to his eyes.

He reaches and runs a finger up over the smooth mound of stomach, dipping into the hollow of hip and along the achingly sweet dip where hip meets smooth thigh and with his palm, cups the plump mound of her sex.

She moves restlessly in her deep unconsciousness and the narrow hips tilt and he watches as the long slit swells and the blood flushes beneath the pale flesh and the moonlight glistens on the silver rings which bracket the top of the deep vee of her sex. Leaning, his eyes probe and then narrow as he sees the small, plump pink clitoris peeking from between the tight lips. Breathing warm breath, his tongue flicks out and barely flicks its sensitive head and her hips jerk ….

He breathes deep, pulling in the unique scent that is only hers, vanilla and almond and the sweet, astringent perfume of natural fluids and exhales his lust along the length of her from the delicate rings to the sweet indentation of her secret place. Her body twitches and moves restlessly and like a breath, her moan trails through the dappled silver light and shadows of the room. Her long legs fall open wider and her hips tilt and she pushes her swollen sex onto his lips.

Light dances along the curve of his back and a moonbeam sighs along the swollen length of his prick, its cool fingers brushing gossamer tremors of sensation along the tender, delicate skin of his shaft. He sighs and his hot green gaze devours the opening of her sex to him and his breath quickens as he watches the deep pink of her inner lips unfurl and glisten as moisture seeps from her inner self and trails glistening paths of want. His tongue tastes her delicately, lapping at the translucent glistening moisture and pulling it deep in his mouth and his tongue dances along the intricacy of her woman’s sex and probes and licks until the sweet hot musk of her tightens something deep inside.

Outside the world spins and the moon reels in the reality of time which triumphs over even its will and moves lower in the horizon. Silver moonbeams slither through the fluttering curtains and dapple a heaving back with light and shadow and illuminate the girl’s glistening, swollen sex.

Your eyes rapidlydance under frail lids,as you push your wetdream against meand I, stiff and inflamed,enter you and your fantasy.You moan and expela breath in the midst ofundulating blankets asthe aroma of muskrises.

Insubstantial in the dance of shadow and light he holds himself over her on strong arms, not touching the trembling, shivering flesh beneath him and probing only with the hot swollen prick he runs himself luxuriously up and down the long swollen slit, the engorged tip of him leaking a viscous translucent fluid, mixing and mingling with the fragrant juices which are welling up from deep within her.

His breath is hot in the cloying, delicious musk of the room and his hips move restlessly and he probes and feels the sweet indentation and pushes and exhales hot lust as the hot swollen head, slippery with his secretions pushes the hot clinging folds of her apart and thrusts. His arms tremble as he hovers over her, their flesh connected at the hips as he thrusts deep and the hot inner muscles of her sex caress and lick until his cock feels as it is being suckled and her legs, long, lean muscles flexing and trembling, wrap around the firm hot flesh of his thrusting buttocks.

And she writhes beneath him and her eyes flutter and turn up under the translucent skin of her eye lids and her breasts heave as she rustles and twists and her hips rise to meet his and she expels a moan and the smell of their coupling rises and envelops them in a cloying delicious miasma of musk and pure lust.

He pulls out, the sucking folds of her sex clinging to him, and lowers until the top of his shaft is rubbing against the swollen tip of her clit is throbbing against the flesh of his prick and then exhaling hot silver breath he thrusts harshly into the depths of her body, running its length and pressing against the tiny nub of her desire.

Just the other side ofsleep,you franticly jerk and thrash,quickening your fallover the precipicetill breath and dreamsexpel.

The moon peers through the gossamer of pale curtains and watches and then insinuates its long silver fingers through the open window to glisten on the pale buttocks as they flex and push and thrust and picks out crimson as she thrashes her head and the silken curls spill in a frenzy of fire across the pale sheets and the shadows and light grapple and wrestle and the world reels and a kaleidoscope of time passes ….

Deep within he feels the tugging and she is impossibly swollen and impossibly hot and she grips him and pulls him and suddenly in the heat of the room he hears her groan and stifle a scream and with a long exhale she tips over the precipice and he feels her inner muscles, strong and toned, grip him in rhythmic contractions and the tip of his prick is pinched as her womb begins to contract. Like a wave of sound, she squeezes and pulls at him, and before his eyes, a hot red flush spreads across her found, heaving breasts. And her breath is held tight within her and the wave hits and she exhales as she ejaculates rhythmic steams of clear fragrant fluid that soaks his groin and pools beneath her ….and he tips over the edge.

Almost painfully, pulled violently from deep inside his groin, he ejaculates in long powerful streams deep within her contracting warmth and he feels himself thrust helplessly, filling her, flooding her, spilling his essence in her most private place, filling her up with his hot creamy emission, claiming her as his own ….

And the moon moves across the wine-dark sky and sighs, enveloping the thrashing couple in hot silver light and licking along the curve and play of shadow in thrusting buttock and the spill of tangled curls along sheet and breathes in the hot essence of lust and glows luminously in the night sky.

Her breath softens, evens as his arms tremble and the moonlight dapples his green gaze and runs a caressing finger along the line of jaw. He pulls himself, still stiff and wet, sticky with their secretions and lithely moves away from the trembling moist body of the girl to crouch in the shadows. The moonlight peeks through the fluttering curtains and licks a line of light along the length of leg then slides up onto the bed to glisten along the long length of parted thigh, lighting the droplets of moisture and creamy froth bedewing the swollen flesh of her sex.

The girl’s eyes flutter then calm as the moonbeam licks gently along the closed lids and breathes softly into her mouth.

Moonlight dances in the dappled shadow and light of the room and the figure stands almost transparent and waits and then as the world reels and time calls, the moon lowers on the horizon and he reaches for the pale flesh and cups a round, heaving breast and at his groin, he twitches and stirs and the pale nipples began to flush as he twists and pulls…

The silver sliverof light along theedge of the blind spillsonto your ripe silverbreasts; I cup and gentlypinch erect nipples,and my hands whisperdreams to your thighsas my fingers probepromises into you,as you throb and leakin another of yourincubus hauntednights.